He was filled with a sullen and savage rage against Pizen Jane and Pool Clayton, and against Nick Nomad. He began to believe that Pizen Jane had guided Nomad and Buffalo Bill; and he now even suspected that Pool Clayton, in joining the band, was moved by a desire to betray it into the hands of officers.
He refused to furnish Pizen Jane with a horse, declaring that if she accompanied him she would have to walk.
She came up to him, as he swayed weakly on the horse to which he had been helped.
“Git out o’ my way,” he mumbled. “If you hang ’round me I’ll kill ye!”
“But I want to know if you ain’t goin’ to send Pool away? I ain’t goin’ away myself, but I want Pool turned loose on a horse, with orders fer him to go back to Cinnabar. I’ve been talkin’ with him, and he’ll do it. Aire ye goin’ to let him?”
“I’ll furnish you with a horse to clear out on,” he said, speaking with pain and difficulty.
“Me? La, I ain’t goin’! But I want him to start now, instanter. Here he’s like a good apple in the middle of a lot of rotten ones. So I——”
“Go yourself!” Snaky Pete snarled at her.
“No, I stay with you!”
“Why?”